New Year. New City. New Focus. New Year: 2020 New City: Austin, Texas (keepin’ it weird ya’ll) New Focus: Share Your Story (the glitter AND the grime) Soooo I moved to Austin. It was a little unexpected, a little bittersweet, and a little
A lesson I wish the SAT covered: Intellectualizing your feelings and actually feeling them are NOT the same. This would likely have served me much better in life than the FOIL method for multiplying binomials. Maybe that’s just me??? Doubtful. Truth bomb: I’ve had an
To my fellow autoimmune warriors and those simply curious about the benefits of non-toxic skincare and beauty… I am honored that Primally Pure, one of my favorite non-toxic brands, published a post on their inspiring Pure Life blog that I recently wrote about self compassion
**This is a follow up to my first I Have No Money post ** This title may sound a bit sanctimonious, but I’m not here to tell anyone what should be important to them. It’s quite frankly none of my business. What I’ve come to
I’ve sat down to write a post no less than 20 times over the past 3 months. It’s almost comical how many open tabs I currently have in Chrome beginning with the titles like “5 steps I have taken to…”, “The best 3 ways…”, and
Does anyone remember their high school superlative categories??? I had an interesting conversation with colleagues during a recent impromptu post-work happy hour. The candid nature of our conversation made me not only grateful for having an opportunity to work with young, bright, driven, and refreshingly
It’s been a minute since I’ve written. A LOT has changed. I got a new job, packed up my life, and moved to New York City (Brooklyn to be exact). This was a giant leap for me and it was not one that came without
Below are the three steps I took to stop making excuses because of my health issues… I will never forget the first time I realized my disease provided a benefit – a highly addictive one. “So what do you gain from having an autoimmune disease?”
I want to begin this particular post by making it clear that I am not a physician, nurse, or nutritionist. I am simply an autoimmune warrior who has learned to be become an advocate for my own health. I have spent more than 20 years
“I have no money” has been blasting from my mental megaphone – one I imagine to be red and white just like the model my frightening 4th grade gym teacher used – for as long as I can remember. It’s a painful thought to have